Oh my god. I feel like crying.
For mothers day this year, I got mum some flowers in a pot that I hand painted.
A month later, its winter in Australia.
I look out Christophers window while he's reading my story.
Guess where my flowers are.
On a piece of wood. Against the brick wall. Behind the clothesline. Where hardly anyone goes.
I say to Christopher:
"Is the purpose of flowers in a pot to be put outside in the winter and to eventually die due to lack of attention?"
"No" he replies.
"Turns around, and look out your window"
He looked.
He said some crap about how alot of things are going on and how people forget things and Im thinking: 'BS'.
I go outside and get them. I put them on the bench inside, and write a note to mum. It says pretty much the same stuff as what I said to Christopher.
God, this has just made me feel really sad.
I need someone to cheer me up.
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Hi!
This is my journal where I will write about my thought about gaia on that day =D
I will talk about events, :shock: events and the topics I like.
I hope you like it.
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